Hodaka wasn’t a ladies man, that much was clear. He was shy, bookish and an absolute dork—he could barely make it through a conversation without stuttering. When the girls around him started taking an interest in him, he was nothing less than baffled.

At first, he sort of liked the attention. The notes in his locker, the giggled greetings as he’d walk down the halls or the saccharine compliments given, they all made him feel special. The poor boy didn’t even know they were just trying to use him.

One by one, misfortune began to befall the girls who had been expressing interest towards him. One of them was arrested for a crime, another expelled, one of the others poisoned—even one girl actually stopped attending school altogether since heinous rumours about her began to spread.

He sat in the school library, sulking over his science books. The faces of all the girls that had tried to court him swirled in his mind. Like a trail of dominoes, one fell after the other. And according to his calculations, it would hardly be possible for it to all be a coincidence—so he met one conclusion. He was cursed.